beer!

i`m gonna feel rough tomoz

i stopped drinking when tl started pissing me off mg, i`m actually quite sober

hes a little shit.

ho'hum.

she wrote:i stopped drinking when tl started pissing me off mg, i`m actually quite sober

morning_glory wrote:hes a little shit.

Can't understand why you persevere there. If you find a tumour you have it excised, you don't make it comfortable and feed it so it can grow.

NotBert wrote:

she wrote:i stopped drinking when tl started pissing me off mg, i`m actually quite sober

morning_glory wrote:hes a little shit.

Can't understand why you persevere there. If you find a tumour you have it excised, you don't make it comfortable and feed it so it can grow.

yup.
my thoughts exactly.

NotBert wrote:

she wrote:i stopped drinking when tl started pissing me off mg, i`m actually quite sober

morning_glory wrote:hes a little shit.

Can't understand why you persevere there. If you find a tumour you have it excised, you don't make it comfortable and feed it so it can grow.

they would love it if I went.but Im stubborn.

They wouldn't, they'd fucking hate it because they'd have no-one to pop at. They have a twilight existence of being suckled on mummy's teat and daddy's cock into their twenties and thirties. They haven't the bollocks to do it out in the big bad world and so they turn into online heroes who think what they do is on a par with rioting.

They hunt your kids as if child abuse is fair game and seek to benefit from the distance that the web puts between you. They also shit their pants when you take them to task for it. Fat Paul is the only person I've ever seen effectively weep on the web. Spectacular. Then you've Andrew Cox, fantasist who has apparently just been fucked off by Geri Halliwell by BlackBerry, and a child who thinks he's a pro punter but lives in a fucking shanty town on the edge of Liverpool, a 50 square mile shanty town, and who evidently gets all his £1k+ bets on in the same Corals time and again.

Your being there lends them a life they don't have.

NotBert wrote:They wouldn't, they'd fucking hate it because they'd have no-one to pop at. They have a twilight existence of being suckled on mummy's teat and daddy's cock into their twenties and thirties. They haven't the bollocks to do it out in the big bad world and so they turn into online heroes who think what they do is on a par with rioting.

They hunt your kids as if child abuse is fair game and seek to benefit from the distance that the web puts between you. They also shit their pants when you take them to task for it. Fat Paul is the only person I've ever seen effectively weep on the web. Spectacular. Then you've Andrew Cox, fantasist who has apparently just been fucked off by Geri Halliwell by BlackBerry, and a child who thinks he's a pro punter but lives in a fucking shanty town on the edge of Liverpool, a 50 square mile shanty town, and who evidently gets all his £1k+ bets on in the same Corals time and again.

Your being there lends them a life they don't have.

Fucking Quality bert

NotBert wrote:They wouldn't, they'd fucking hate it because they'd have no-one to pop at. They have a twilight existence of being suckled on mummy's teat and daddy's cock into their twenties and thirties. They haven't the bollocks to do it out in the big bad world and so they turn into online heroes who think what they do is on a par with rioting.

They hunt your kids as if child abuse is fair game and seek to benefit from the distance that the web puts between you. They also shit their pants when you take them to task for it. Fat Paul is the only person I've ever seen effectively weep on the web. Spectacular. Then you've Andrew Cox, fantasist who has apparently just been fucked off by Geri Halliwell by BlackBerry, and a child who thinks he's a pro punter but lives in a fucking shanty town on the edge of Liverpool, a 50 square mile shanty town, and who evidently gets all his £1k+ bets on in the same Corals time and again.

Your being there lends them a life they don't have.

they dont like me, hence I stay.

I'd only be there as long as I was enjoying it, MG. The shit took over, though. When Feldy banned me for fuck all, I had twenty people blocked. I can skim anything but in no particular order, I couldn't be arsed reading the one line block of The Pie Dwarf and his Grumpy Old Fuck, the Stoner Twins, Coxy the Blackberry Boy, Fat Paul the Merry Go Round Pisser, Agoraphobia Boy, Dyslexo Depresso and so many more too pointless to mention. When you've seen a thread that has seventeen replies and all of them are blocked, it's time to pack it in.

I'm eighteen months out. Apparently "Hi I'm Paul Robinson, I Want To Fuck Your Kids" and his cod psychology thinks I couldn't leave the shithole behind. You might want to tell him it's been a year and a half and I'm still going to kick fuck out of him if I ever meet him, but he's ever so slightly wrong. Again. Maybe he should stick to sucking Nige's dick and talking about his obsolete qualifications because people assessment isn't a transferable skill that he has.

NotBert wrote:I'd only be there as long as I was enjoying it, MG. The shit took over, though. When Feldy banned me for fuck all, I had twenty people blocked. I can skim anything but in no particular order, I couldn't be arsed reading the one line block of The Pie Dwarf and his Grumpy Old Fuck, the Stoner Twins, Coxy the Blackberry Boy, Fat Paul the Merry Go Round Pisser, Agoraphobia Boy, Dyslexo Depresso and so many more too pointless to mention. When you've seen a thread that has seventeen replies and all of them are blocked, it's time to pack it in.

I'm eighteen months out. Apparently "Hi I'm Paul Robinson, I Want To Fuck Your Kids" and his cod psychology thinks I couldn't leave the shithole behind. You might want to tell him it's been a year and a half and I'm still going to kick fuck out of him if I ever meet him, but he's ever so slightly wrong. Again. Maybe he should stick to sucking Nige's dick and talking about his obsolete qualifications because people assessment isn't a transferable skill that he has.

well i don't miss it.
although i'd like to think that i got on well with most of them.